Santos Mbolo sat at his desk looking at the incriminating files he had just uncovered. The flash drive had delivered more than he expected.The files revealed some illegal transactions, bribes, and backdoor contracts, all tying Raphael Dokubo, a prominent business executive with an untouchable public image, to an extensive network of crime. He will have to get this story published by the newspaper outfit he works for. The story is going to be a bombshell. The kind that will ruin careers, topple empires and bring down powerful enemies. Calling the authorities would be the best step, but the files made it clear that Dokubo had allies in law enforcement. Some security men were on his payroll. Trusting the wrong person could mean doom. He decided on contacting Patricia, his editor, someone he knew with a reputation for fearlessness. She was someone he trusted. She had taken on powerful figures before and lived to tell the tale. If anyone could assist him with this, it was her.He pi

Patricia's heart raced as she sat in the cell she was placed in. Time has lost all meaning, with days fading seamlessly into nights. Every echo of approaching footsteps down the corridor sent chills through her. Raphael Dokubo's last visit replayed in her mind. His cold, piercing gaze lingered on her for what felt like an eternity before he delivered his heartless judgment. “End her,” he had said, his voice emotionless and final. The guards had nodded silently, their faces unreadable. Since that moment, she hadn’t seen him.Despite the looming danger, she clung desperately to hope. She prayed for someone, somewhere to appear and rescue her, someone who could penetrate the walls of this prison and save her from the Prince’s merciless grip.Meanwhile, in Port Harcourt, political tensions in Rivers State had reached a boiling point. Lebari Tor, seated in his luxurious office with the city skyline stretching behind him, smiled as he reviewed the documents spread across his polished desk.

The extravagant halls of Bob Kalada's mansion stood in stark contrast to the man who resided there. Lavish furniture, gilded frames, and priceless art seemed like remnants of a life he no longer recognized. Grief had consumed him, leaving behind a hollow shell of the charismatic figure he once was. Now, every action he took was fueled by a singular drive: vengeance. Through tireless investigation, he had uncovered the truth—Raphael Dokubo, the renowned philanthropist, was the elusive Prince.Seated at his imposing mahogany desk, Bob's intense gaze fell on the portrait of his late wife. Her serene smile, frozen in time, both mocked his obsessive descent and reignited his unyielding resolve."Raphael Dokubo," he muttered bitterly, his voice laced with venom. "You’ll pay for what you’ve done. I’ll see to it."Across the city, in a different sphere of influence, Governor Okutu paced restlessly in his office. Sweat glistened on his forehead despite the cool air-conditioning. The impeachmen

Lebari Tor stood in his office, high above Tor’s headquarters, his fury palpable. He moved to the expansive glass window, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his reflection a shadow of anguish and determination against the night. For months, he had tried to solve the mystery of his daughter Vera’s murder, the void left by her absence eating away at him. Now, he had a name: Raphael Dokubo. Known as "The Prince," Raphael was a ghostly figure in the criminal underworld, untouchable, feared, and ruthless. His empire thrived on corruption, violence, and intimidation. Lebari’s sources had confirmed that Vera, fierce and unyielding as she was, had unearthed damning evidence against Raphael. It was this discovery that had cost her life. “Raphael Dokubo,” Lebari murmured, his voice dripping with venom. “You took my daughter. Now, I’ll destroy everything you hold dear.” A knock interrupted his thoughts. Without waiting for an invitation, Nwito, hi

Raphael Dokubo’s hands quivered with fury as he gripped the edge of his mahogany desk, his piercing gaze fixed on the report before him. The news of a police raid on his arms warehouse had sent ripples of panic through his criminal enterprise. Spearheaded by Police Superintendent Mark Tunde, the operation had led to the arrest of several of his workers and the confiscation of weapons worth millions of dollars. To Raphael, this wasn’t merely an attack on his operations, it was deeply personal.Leaning back in his leather chair, his mind raced with possibilities. His office, situated in the heart of Port Harcourt, was a fortress of secrecy, soundproofed walls bearing witness to countless whispered plans. The rich aroma of cigars lingered in the air, yet it did little to pacify the tempest brewing within him.“Bring Ofor to me,” Raphael commanded, his deep voice echoing sharply against the room's walls.Moments later, the door opened, revealing Ofor, Raphael’s most trusted enforcer. Towe